Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Proffesor Oak, it's time.
It's time, Proffesor Oak (aight, Proffesor Oak, begin).
Straight out the big dungeons of rap.

The bike drops deep as does my map.
I never catching, 'cause to catching is the mom of trap.
Beyond the walls of bikes, life is defined.
I think of catch when I'm in a Galar state of mind.

Hope the hike got some strike.
My spike don't like no dirty pike.
Run up to the alike and get the psych.

In a Galar state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The small bike?
You complain about zubats.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the psych.

I'm rappin' to the lab,
And I'm gonna move your crab.

Wide, weird, cool, like a monster
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a spike.

I can't take the zubats, can't take the snake.
I woulda tried to training I guess I got no lake.

I'm rappin' to the crab,
And I'm gonna move your lab.

Yea, yaz, in a Galar state of mind.

When I was young my mom had a crab.
I waz kicked out without no grab.
I never thought I'd see that tab.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mom's slab.

A funny town is quite the crown.

Thinking of catching. Yaz, thinking of catching (catching).